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Caspian groggily opened his eyes, trying to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. He was lying on a narrow bed in a small, dingy room, and his head was pounding as if a drum line were practicing inside of it. He sat up slowly, trying to remember what had happened the night before.
As the fog of his hangover started to lift, bits and pieces of the previous night came back to him. He remembered arriving in Avarel, the bustling capital city and how he made his way through the streets until he ended up at a bar. He remembered drinking too much and laughing at some joke that he couldn't quite recall now. And then...nothing.
Caspian groaned and put his head in his hands, trying to will away the pounding headache. He looked around the room, trying to piece together where he was. It wa
